"I thought these were racy." Abigail chuckled. "For anything more, we'd need a selfie stick or a tripod or something. You're giving me ideas." She could definitely think of pictures they could take if her hands were free and the two of them were in the pictures at the same time. Maybe she could borrow some equipment from Katherine for the next time.
Abigail looked up slowly, searching his eyes for any sign that he was less than sincere. She couldn't imagine what she'd done to deserve his unwavering praise of her. She could never feel perfect; she didn't even think she lived up to the art he made for her. "There's no one else I'd do this with. I mean, not unless island lightening zaps away my clothes or something. You're the only one I'd want to see me like this."